I have been coming to Australia for a little while now.
And I have a song about one of my experiences.
So here we go.

Here is a little story about an Australian cafe.
I ordered a glass of water, but instead of just saying ok,
the waiter said “no worries, muam”, which I guess was polite.
But to my north american ears, it just didn’t sound quite right.

“I mean it is just a glass of water.
I am not, I am not worried about it, hrm, really.
I think , maybe, if you just bring me the water and, and, but you don’t need to like project onto me that I have mental process about the glass of water.
Because I am not, I am not, concerned, I don’t even think about the concept of worry.
But you’ve been introduced it now, haven’t you.
So now I start to think.”

What would I have to worry about?
And then I started to think of all the things that could go wrong,as he fetched my drink
What if he spits in the water.
What if it is full of disease.
Unless he’s planning to do something weird.
Why would he say “no worries”.
What if the glass is cracked.
What if the glass is half empty.
What if l get philosophical
And I’m forced to　confront my innate negativity.